Interloping man
Creeping ’round my craggy lair
Shaking in your boots

Sir, you seem my type
Quite crispy on the outside
Moist in the middle

You smell of cold fear
And yet still you venture forth
Brave fools taste good, too.
Interloping man
Creeping ’round my craggy lair
Shaking in your boots

Sir, you seem my type
Quite crispy on the outside
Moist in the middle

You smell of cold fear
And yet still you venture forth
Brave fools taste good, too.
A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.
Doing the best I can with what I have
kind of sad, but not so bad with cheese. cheese not provided.
My streams of thought meet here
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Absolutely!
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OOh.. I does love that last verse especially xcxxxx
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Thanks!
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no idea what this is about
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That’s okay! Don’t overthink it.
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Love it!
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Thank you!
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